Above the enormous palm print, Qin Heng was in high spirits.
The Force Race elites had been wiped out from this day forward. All that remained was to kill Li Qing Cang, and this chapter of racial hatred would be brought to an end.
There might still be a small number of Force Race remnants drifting about and eking out a miserable existence in the Eastern Ancient Holy Land, but with Pan Hong hunting them down everywhere, along with the power of Purple Snow Star and the Earthlings, those people surely could not stir up any waves.
Feng Qianxue stretched out her hand. Five bright yellow objects rested in her palm—divine soul information crystals containing the memories of the five Force Race elders.
Among them, Wu Pan's and Li Zhen Shan's memories were the largest in volume, as they had lived the longest.
Feng Qianxue said, "They are all ancient relics. Some memories were buried too deeply, while others were insignificant. I only copied the parts they subjectively considered important. You can read them yourself."
Given Wu Pan's age, if these memories entered her Sea of Consciousness, they would very likely cause her tremendous and irreversible harm.
So she had not read them herself. Instead, she copied them and turned them into a divine soul file.
Meng Xing said with great interest, "Feng Qianxue, aside from your profound attainments in the Life Law, it seems you also have quite some knowledge of the Soul Law?"
Feng Qianxue shook her head. "I'm not as capable as you think. This is the Immortal Race's Soul Searching Technique. I only learned it by chance and know only this one move. I have achieved nothing in other aspects of the Soul Law."
Dong Huaiyue smiled. "Just like how everyone knows teleportation."
Feng Qianxue nodded.